I've got static in my head
Wow I can't believe I haven't written anything in a week and a half. There's been a lot to write about too for a change. But I guess I've just been too busy. Let's see where do I start now....
Well the last time I wrote was the 6th. The 8th I went to Chambana. I got in at like 11pm and met up with Iris and then we met up with Laura, Cathy, Kristin and Erin and went to Legends. It was nice to be stamped 21 for the first time there (even though I went there on my 20th birthday and got beyond wasted, but whatevs) After that we went to the boys' place and attempted a debate drinking game, which didn't quite work out but was funny anyway. Then we went to Jimmys and he was NUTS. Like I have never seen him that cracked out. That was an experience. But it was good times as usual. We took a Safe Ride home, which was funny and brought back memories of freshman year and stealing the safe ride from some girl. Haha that was hilarious. Anyhoo, we didn't get home til like 5am, I took a shower and then slept from 6-7am, got up and went to the fall confrence. Not the smartest thing I ever did. I kept falling asleep through the lectures. But it was still interesting. (except the horse lady, she was boring as hell) And it was good to see people I graduated with, and my teachers and everything. So yeah, after that we went to Garden State. And I loved it again even though I was damn near comatose I was so tired. I attempted to sleep afterwards but it never really happened. So I just went out again going on an hour of sleep. But once we got out I perked up. We went to a foam party. SO MUCH FUN. Who would have thought a bunch of soap bubbles could be so much fun. And I wasn't even wasted, like half the people there. So yeah, we saw Empearyn, played in foam, drank a lil, had a spot of drama, and then left. We went back to the boys', changed, and went to another party where the kegs were dry by the time we got there, then we went to a party at this awesome hippie house that unfortunately was playing horrible raver music. At first it was fine cause we were all just attempting to raver dance and laughing at the people who were, but after a while I would have hurt someone to hear some decent music. But by that time every was gettin tipsy, including me, so we could tolerate it more I suppose. So Iris left cause I could tell she wasn't having much fun, and I stayed and finally couldn't take it anymore and demanded that we go back to the boys' and listen to Radiohead ("normal music" I believe I was calling it) So after another spot of drama we started walking home, and then some drama started between Dan and Laura (not my friend Laura) and I started yelling (not angrily) at Jim for the constant drama that is Chambana lately. We were pretty drunk by this point so I think it would have been a funny conversation for an innocent bystander to observe. But anyhoo, we get back to their place, put on "The Bends", I fall asleep and am awoken by Josh jumping on me with some sweet potatoe pie, Jim pouring water on me in a strategic spot (perv), and general other drunken shenanigans. I eventually passed out on the couch and woke up freezing so I went and slept in Jims bed (nothing happened you dirty bitches) :p I was awoken at 11am to my parents calling to ask how many miles were on my car. Yep. Random. And I was not happy. So I showered, and I swear there was still soap in my hair after two washes. Iris picked me up, I went home, and that was that. Good times. Oh, and I have a LONG ass voicemail from my friends who were in Carbondale at that time with seriously 10 people on it that is hilarious and that you all have to hear before I delete it. So yeah, good times.
Now the bad part- before I left I started Bear on Azathiaprine because the Pred hadn't been helping him and he was still having diarrhea and losing weight. Well, apparently maybe an hour after I gave him his pill he threw up three or four times all over my dining room, and then after I went to Chambana he stopped eating. My mom tried feeding him chicken and rice which he ate at first, and then he stopped eating that. So Monday I took him to work, and I bawled the entire way there because I seriously thought this was it, he was crashing, he was gonna have to be put down and I couldn't do anything about it. So he had to be hospitalized, and ended up staying from Monday until yesterday. Turns out it was pancreatitis, probobly caused from that ONE dose of Azathiaprine he got. So yeah, he got two bags of plasma and all these other meds and I don't even wanna know how much money all this is gonna cost me. But I have to do it, I mean, it helped him and I love that dog to pieces. But now of course he might have to go on Cyclosporine cause he can't get the Azathiaprine and Cyclo is NOT cheap. At all. And he has to be on injections not orals which means I have to give him shots every day. And I am still worried that if I don't stop this damn diarrhea he's still gonna die cause he'll just keep getting dehydrated and shit. And I will bawl my fricking brains out cause I have had that dog since I was 13 and I love him. And I am gonna cry now just talking about it so next topic.
So yeah, Thursday night - kareoke at Beggars and that was fun and we made drunken asses out of ourselves but who cares. However, I got home at 2am, woke up at 5:30 (still drunk) to go to work, then went out with my coworkers after work and made the mistake of taking 94 home from Deerfield through Chitown to OFo (which sucked) and didn't get home til almost 9. Long story short, Mark was home, everyone was going out, I fell asleep and turned off my phone and didn't do anything. So Saturday I went out to Broukals with Mark and it was PACKED. I have never seen so many people in that bar. There was a band. They were playing some good songs. We left around 12:30 and went the the gay bar and that was hilarious as usual. Gay men are so fun. I left Barty there cause he wanted to try to get with someone (slut) and I went to O'Brian's for like half an hour tops to meet up with everyone else. Brian was randomly there and kept touching my hair. I was drunk by that point but remember thinking that he was being a creepass. So whatevs, left there, went home passed out, woke up to my dad bitching. And today sucked. And yeah. That about brings it up to speed.
OH- how could I forget - MURDER BY DEATH last week. So good. Was in the back, could barely see, but that doesn' t matter cause I could hear and they were amazing as usual. The set list rocked - they played "Flamenco's Fuckin Easy" and I almost shit cause I have never heard them play that live. And they closed with "I'm Afraid of Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf" and I haven't heard them play that in a while either so that was sweet. And Sarah is still friggin gorgeous and I still want to be her. Only downside- I missed Vincent. Brandon is a good musician. But I thought he was buried in the mix, I could barely hear him. And he's too...normal looking. Not cute and dorky and artsy looking like Vincent. I don't know if I am making sense but whatever. I <3 Vincent. And miss him. So yeah. And I saw the one and only Kelly Boyd afterwards. And her and my brother are getting married. Haha. But yeah, always good to see her. So yeah. The end.
I swear thats it. Longest entry of a lifetime, I know. I need to sleep now.